The world is my oyster.
You see this block of text? I could put literally anything here. Funny stories. Interesting statistics. Blatant lies. I could unapologetically plagiarize the Gettysburg Address, or the Q’uran, or something.
The possibilities are limitless. That’s an exciting prospect.
Especially for my college-level son who found my blog open and started click-clacking away on my keyboard. He confessed to all sorts of crimes I didn’t commit. He also put a bunch o’ weird typos and stylistic choices in my ‘blog. Pretty sure he put some AI stuff in there, too. Would you like me to rewrite it more concisely? Let me know.
The worst part, without question, is that he renamed all my bluetooth devices. My stereo is now called “Upstairs Alexa.” My headphones he named “Sink Disposal.”
I can’t find my phone anywhere, but I’m too afraid to connect to “FBI Surveillance Van” to find it. That one might be real.
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